So Long School Days

This is slightly later than usual, yesterday was a busy day. However, I am now finished school. I greeted this news with many, many drinks. I also told a teacher I loved her, and was propositioned by two girls who told me they heard I was a lesbian.

It appears I’m not as good at hiding myself as I might have thought. Not even my lesbianism. Although to be fair seeing as I won’t have to see most of those girls ever again, I’m not really that fussed. A teacher who I haven’t even spoken to in nearly a year pulled me aside to tell me she knew I was glad to be leaving because she knew I felt I had outgrown the school.

Sorry – what? That’s my observation. And it appears she picked it up from seeing me plodding around school. I almost felt bound to ask her for a further analysis of myself, but my glass was empty, so I went to the bar instead.

I have this fascination with what people derive from me. It may just be because, like many other people, my favourite subject is myself. However I think it’s more because I know how much I have to hide. I like it when people observe things about me, because often I don’t see them myself.

So it’s “so long school days”. A few more exams, and I will be officially rid of the place, and it will be rid of me.